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would be worth it." He looked thoughtful for
a moment. "I think God said that at one time or another. Anyway,
your life is at risk, my dear. Do you solve your problem now, and
spend time with young Mason later, or be with him now for only six
more days?"
    Damn, I just realized I didn't even
have an entire week; I only had six days left. It didn't matter
anyway. Either I was going to figure it out, or I wasn't. End of
story.
    "I'm thinking that maybe Mason can
help me with Adam. I mean, he believes me, and I think he and Adam
are pretty close friends."
    "The fewer people involved, the better
off you will be, Kendra."
    I frowned. "What the hell does that
mean?"
    He didn't smile; he actually looked
concerned. "You have your guardian demon that you struggle with
everyday. Now you will have Adam's to deal with, and he's very
strong. The more control you let them have over you, the stronger
they will get, and the weaker you will become. Murry has almost
total control over young Adam, and if you want young Mason in the
game, his guardian demon will be added too. You want my advice?
Worry about young Mason when you are sure that you will
live."
    He was right again, but I didn't like
how he kept putting young before their names. They were older than
me and I didn't consider myself young. That being said, if he had
been my guardian angel, I would have listened to him.
    He smiled, there was a loud pop again,
and he was gone. Had he heard me thinking?
    "Well…I don't guess angels think it
rude to leave without saying goodbye," I said. Hercules only turned
his head to the side as if he didn't have a clue what I'd said. He
hadn't even barked at Coen. Had he even seen him, or was I really
going crazy?
    I really did need to stop talking to
myself though. I talk to myself, sometimes I answer myself, and I
see and talk to angels. Yep, I don't need a psychiatrist to tell me
I'm crazy, I already know.
    Somehow, the bath just wasn't doing it
for me anymore. I rung the water out of the towel I was supposed to
dry off with then laid it on the edge of the bathtub. I had to
tiptoe, soaking wet, to the shelf that held the dry ones. Oh well.
Why did I expect my luck to change?
    I swiftly dried off and put on my
pj's. I still had uber tangles in my hair, but I was too tired to
care about it tonight. I had unplugged my house phone when I was
showing Mason around, but had only put my cell phone on silent. I
plugged it in to charge and saw that I had missed seventeen calls.
I wasn't surprised, but had no urge to talk to anyone. I crawled
beneath the covers of my queen size bed and took only a few breaths
before sleep pulled me under.
    My dreams were hardly ever clear or
defined. I dream in color. Most people don't, but the majority of
the time I can't see the faces of the people in my dreams, only a
slideshow of different scenes. Those dreams have given me some
great ideas for my career. My dream that night was different, but
somehow the same. I could tell it was a dream, but it rode that
fine line where it almost seemed real.
    The reason I knew it was a dream was
because I was watching myself. Not like watching myself in a
mirror, but rather like I was looking at a home movie. The Kendra
in the dream was angry and crying. The other reason I knew it was a
dream was because I couldn't see the guy's face she was screaming
at. His body was a little fuzzy, and I couldn't distinguish his
physique from any other well-built man.
    The me in my dream was lying on a cot
or a small bed, and he was towering over her while I watched from a
corner of the small dark room. I could see and hear myself shouting
and crying at the man, but he seemed just as angry and scared as
she was. He was making jerky movements and shouting back at her,
but I couldn't make out what either of them were fighting about.
There were a few times when I thought he was going to hit her, but
he refrained. He finally ended up sitting in a chair facing away
from me with his head in his hands and his